The Quirks Of Curse Breaking

Smack!

“Hands off, pervert!” snarled the girl, walking away clutching her luscious derrière in a most offended manner. My harmless caress wasn't meant to insult, she should take it as a compliment that my cursed right hand decided to seek out the company of her feminine charms.

Sesshoumaru sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between two clawed fingers. “Must you do that in this Sesshoumaru's presence?”

“After all, this Sesshoumaru is in such desperate need of a fuck that he's starting to get kinky thrills when you grope all those girls,” said InuYasha in a dead-on imitation of his brother's monotone.

I choked on the latte I was drinking as I burst out laughing. Granted, laughing at Sesshoumaru is a good way to lose an arm, but InuYasha's right. The guy could really use a blow job or something.

Rolling my eyes, I got up to get some napkins when I heard a chair fall. Sesshoumaru had knocked his over in a rush to tower over the still-sitting InuYasha, who glanced coolly up into his brother's red eyes. Wait...red!? Oh, no. Clearly he'd hit a nerve with that “Sesshoumaru needs to get some” remark. Dropping the napkins, I ran back over to the table and gently set my hand on the taiyoukai's shoulder, ignoring the growl he sent my way.

“Calm down, Sesshoumaru. You can't battle your brother in the middle of a coffee shop full of humans. Imagine how much you'd have to pay in property damages. Plus, there's nothing you could use to torture him with in here-”

“Shut the fuck up, Miroku!” cut in InuYasha.

“Besides,” I continued, “He's still mad that the lovely lady Kikyo hasn't returned any of his calls.”

A ghost of a smile flitted across Sesshoumaru's face and the dangerous red began to recede from his eyes. “Hn. I understand now. It is he who is in such desperate need of a fuck, not I.”

“At least I'd know what to do with a woman when I got my hands on one!”

“As if a lowly half-breed could even begin to know the basics of pleasuring a female. You'd rut on her leg as if it was a tree branch in the forest.”

“GUYS!” I yelled, totally exasperated. “Can we please put the pissing contest on hold long enough for one cup of coffee? You're giving me a migraine and it's not even noon yet!”

Just then InuYasha's cell phone rang, he answered without bothering to check the caller's identity.

“Hello...oh, hey Pops...today at what time? Got it,” he said, snapping the phone closed.

“I take it that was our father,” said Sesshoumaru.

“Yup. Seems we gotta go pick up a friend of his at the airport in a couple of hours. Harrison somebody, a book dealer.”

I looked at InuYasha. “You don't mean Harrison Fidget, do you?”

“Yeah, that's the guy. You know him?”

I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. Harrison Fidget is neko youkai, a cat demon, as opposed to the non-human half of InuYasha, Sesshoumaru, and their father the Inu no Taisho who are inu youkai, dog demons. He's also gayer than Paris in the springtime, according to everything I've read. This was gonna be good.